Plans were made quickly, staff had been informed of the dates, and the ministry were made aware of the Headmistress taking a two week holiday which was not to be interrupted. Their bags were packed, and they were to depart for Minerva's home at six. Minerva was making some last minute preparations when Hermione knocked on her office door and heard a short grunt in reply and pushed opened the door.
Minerva was bent over a pile of paperwork, frantically banishing memo after memo.
"Not a word from the bloody Ministry for weeks and then they all panic at the thought of not being able to contact me for two weeks! I've had two hundred Owls in an hour!"
Hermione smiled warmly, she loved the change she could cause in Minerva; one moment she could be Professor McGonagall, strict and reserved and the next she could be Minerva, relaxed and moaning Hermione's name.
Hermione walked slowly to the suitcases in the corner of the room and banished them, and then she turned to Minerva and slowly, approached. Minerva was half way through frantically scrawling another letter. Hermione reached out and gently closed her hand upon Minerva's. The sensation caused Minerva's hand to freeze and her eyes to turn towards the lust filled hazel ones gazing back at her.
Hermione smirked and quickly caught Minerva in a searing kiss, without warning, she pushed her tongue between Minerva's lips and plunged deeper. She heard the quill drop to the floor with a clatter, forgotten. As Hermione ran her tongue lightly across Minerva's top lip, Minerva moaned deeply.
It was here, that Hermione drew back so that their foreheads rested against one another and they stood panting, gazing into the dark eyes of the other. Drawing her hands around Minerva's waist, she pulled their hips together and grinded lightly against Minerva.
As another slow, trembling moan escaped Minerva's lips Hermione disapparated them and they spun into the sucking darkness, pressed against one another, trembling.
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They apparated just in front of Minerva's manor, it stood dark against the sunset but neither woman noticed as they hadn't moved. Their foreheads were pressed together and they were breathing rapidly, their eyes still fixed on the others. Hermione's pelvis was still pressed against Minerva's, both sets of pupils had dilated.
"Hermione…" It was meant to be a warning but the desire in Minerva's voice could not be hidden and the younger witch's heart quickened at the reaction she had caused.
"I know" Hermione whispered, before lifting her lips to Minerva's cheek for a loving, soft kiss, "come on, I want a tour".
Hermione put some distance between herself and the woman she loved and they entered the manor together. Upon reaching the front door which, Hermione noted looked like a smaller version of the one's at Hogwarts, Minerva pulled out her wand and traced it down the surface of the door in a vertical line. The door seemed to ripple and whisper. Slowly, it swung open admitting the pair.
Minerva began showing Hermione around the property, the kitchen, the library (Hermione subconsciously decided that this was her favourite room), the lounge and the guest bedroom that had been made up for Hermione.
"I thought you might prefer-" Minerva started but she stopped when Hermione burst out laughing.
"That's uh… thoughtful of you" Hermione said, trying to regain control.
"What is funny?" Minerva asked admiring Hermione's radiant smile.
"Well" Hermione began, taking a step closer to Minerva, "I can hardly keep my hands off you when we're in the same room, how do you expect me to be away from you for an entire night?"
Neither were sure when they had started sharing a bed at Hogwarts, they had simply started falling asleep talking and waking up next to each other.
"I didn't want to presume" said Minerva rather shyly.
Hermione gave a soft laugh and lifted her hand to Minerva's cheek.
"Oh my love, presume away" she placed a light kiss upon Minerva's soft lips, "I'm yours"
XxxxX
After a small dinner prepared by Minerva herself, the pair retired to the lounge with a book each and a glass of wine. In front of the fire, they sat in silence, simply at ease in each other's company. Hours went by and occasionally Hermione would raise her eyes to see Minerva's glorious emerald pair gazing back at her. Hermione was finding that the more time she and Minerva spent with one another, the more she was able to decipher the emotion behind Minerva's inscrutable visage, she could tell when Minerva was reading a particularly controversial or interesting page by a simple change in her eyes, they seemed to glow when there was an opportunity to gain knowledge.
They seemed to be completely in tune with one another, Minerva was reading an ancient transfiguration theory, Hermione 'Pride and Prejudice', it had forever been her favourite since she had discovered it on her Grandmother's bedside table; she never went anywhere without a copy. Minerva appeared to sense when Hermione was reading a particularly powerful section as she took her hand in her own and comfortingly ran her thumb across the surface.
Minerva had almost finished her book when she tore her eyes away from the page to see Hermione's head slumped to the side and her book forgotten, flat on her lap. Minerva took a moment to admire the form before her, it truly was breathtaking; Hermione's curls tumbled onto her shoulders, the caramel ringlets caught the light, they appeared to glow with an angelic beauty. Only then did Minerva realise that her hand was still entwined in Hermione's. At that moment, Hermione gave a long, content sigh and her hand closed tighter around Minerva's hand for a moment.
Minerva smiled at the sight before lifting her free hand to Hermione's face,
"Hermione?" Minerva said tentatively.
"Mmmm?"
"You have fallen asleep"
A grin spread across Hermione's face as she sleepily said, "No I haven't" her eyes were still closed, "I was pretending, to see how long it took you to notice".
Minerva gave a small chuckle and Hermione's eyes opened at the wonderful noise.
"You really are beautiful you know" said Hermione softly.
Minerva's eyebrows rose in surprise and a disbelieving expression claimed her face.
Hermione sighed disapprovingly and clambered somewhat awkwardly toward Minerva before cuddling up close with her head rested upon her shoulder where she breathed in the now familiar scent. She wrapped her arms lovingly about Minerva's neck and kissed her jaw line softly.
Minerva leaned into the touch and shuddered as a rush of desire tore through her at the close contact. Hermione felt the tremor run through Minerva and leaned in more.
Minerva let out a ragged breath to try and rein in the emotions coursing through her. She sensed her arousal growing. Hermione lifted her lips to Minerva's ear and began to gently suckle the lobe.
"You know… I feel much more awake now" Hermione whispered into Minerva's ear.
Another shiver ran through Minerva.
"Hermione we… shouldn't" said Minerva but her voice was weak, as though she didn't really believe the words she was saying.
"Really Minerva?" asked Hermione with a smile, she knew Minerva didn't mean it, "And why would that be?"
"I… you're not ready" but she was leaning into Hermione's touch and her breath was ragged.
"Minerva" Hermione whispered causing another shudder from Minerva, her hand drifted across Minerva's neck, just her fingertips tracing the surface. Lower their drifted, slowly they edged towards Minerva's breasts and the older witch felt her nipples harden slightly in anticipation.
"Yes…"
It wasn't a question, but a whispered plea. Hermione stilled her movements; she didn't want Minerva to begin something she would regret. Minerva's eyes opened at the loss of sensation.
She saw the trepidation in Hermione's eyes and instantly captured Hermione in a tender kiss.
"Hermione of course I want to" said Minerva gazing deep into her love's eyes, "I just, want it to be right for you".
"I'm here, you are here. It is perfect."
And with that Minerva took Hermione's hand in hers and stood, she gently, pulled Hermione up too and led her through the Hall and began to lead her up a flight of stairs, they walked right past the guest bedroom and through a door at the end of the hall.
Minerva pushed the door open and waited for Hermione to enter; she then closed the door with a small click. When she turned, emerald met hazel and both sets of pupils dilated, knowing what was coming.
Slowly, without losing eye contact, Hermione lifted her hands to her shirt and began slowly to undo the buttons and after the first one she began to fumble, her fingers were trembling. A gentle hand closed upon her own and gently moved the shaking hand away.
"Here" Minerva said softly, and she undid every button with steady hands. Once every button was undone, Minerva paused and waited for Hermione to give a small nod before shifting the shirt back with her fingers and allowing to drop onto the wooden floor.
Hermione seemed to stiffen, what if she didn't look… as Minerva expected?
Minerva simply gazed in awe, "so beautiful" she whispered. Hermione's skin was creamy and smooth and pert breasts rested proudly in a violet bra with lace finishing's.
"Really?" whispered Hermione, voicing her concern.
Minerva shook her head disbelievingly, "Oh my dear" she took a step closer to the trembling girl, "I have never seen anything so breathtaking".
A light kiss was shared before Minerva took a step backward and began to unfasten her robe; it tumbled to the floor with a soft thud. Hermione watched as Minerva slid her base layer over her head leaving her clad in a simple black underwear set.
Hermione gasped before stretching out her hand to Minerva who took it gently.
"Come with me" Hermione said softly before waiting for Minerva to move forward before leading her to the bed.
It was a beautifully carved oak four poster with Mahogany hangings making Hermione once again see Minerva for the proud Gryffindor she was. Hermione smiled at the thought.
"Yes?" Minerva asked at the smile that had crossed Hermione's face.
"I just realised that, there's so much I don't know about you"
Minerva dropped her lips to Hermione's neck causing Hermione to gasp.
"We'll, we have plenty of time. I'll tell you everything about me."
Hermione didn't seem to hear Minerva, her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. Minerva lifted her mouth from the supple skin to this sight, it was too much and before she could help it, her lips crashed against Hermione, surprising the young witch who moaned as Minerva's tongue plunged into her mouth.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Minerva's neck as Minerva's settled on her hips and pulled her nearer. Minerva's hand roamed to around Hermione's back where she quickly unclasped Hermione's bra.
Hermione quickly shrugged off the garment and lowered her hands to undo the button of her trousers, they pooled at her feet before she stepped out of them. They were wrapped in one another, Minerva quickly found herself pressed against the side of the bed and she realised how fast they were moving.
"Hermione" she said huskily.
"Lie down please" whispered Hermione, the request held such sincerity in it that Minerva instantly lay down on the bed before being joined by Hermione. Their lips joined again in a passionate kiss, their tongues danced back and forth. Minerva noticed that Hermione was shaking and her heart swelled. Minerva lifted herself above Hermione, so that she was looking down at her.
Hermione lifted her hand and gently stroked Minerva's cheek,
"You mean so much to me" Minerva whispered.
"And you to me" replied Hermione smiling up at her love.
Minerva captured Hermione's lips in a passionate kiss, it started slow but when Hermione's eager tongue begged for entrance Minerva couldn't suppress a moan as she felt Hermione delve inside.
Hermione lifted her hands and unclasped Minerva's bra; she slipped it slowly from her body and dropped it on the floor. Minerva closed the distance between their bodies and a slight sigh left Hermione as their breasts touched for the first time. They lingered in the moment, before Minerva showed Hermione what your first time should be like.